Now I've made a decision
Another lifetime gone from my life
Filled with fear and anger
He pushed me down a deep well
Yes, I work here.
Yes, I'm a coward in this life.
today, though.
I said.
You don't exist for them anyway.
but I said stop.
maybe I should make it exist
but is it possible to find respect again when it is gone?
What if he teaches again?
"You overdid it, maybe you're a little insecure"
he'll say you're a failure.
Why do I always have difficulty with this?
what was the success
to curry favor with someone
I mean, I've spent years trying not to fail.
and I hated myself
end it now
I'm quitting!
About the Creator
Nazli Can
She is alive and every day she realizes how much life is worth living.
Amazon River Is Cursed
I wander through the dark and mysterious night, lost and alone, my heart and soul drained; it was once full of wonder. The world is a dull and faded gray, once so full of beauty, a heart heavy with weariness. But like a beacon shining in the dark, a glimmer of hope appeared. The chance to escape, to break free of my fears. A journey, a quest to return to the magic I once knew. I must reignite the spark. I am once again full of wonder. I find myself in a place full of myth and legend. A place where the Yacuruna roam with their unrelenting power. The guardians of rivers, their secrets, and treasures untold. The place where the unknown lurks and the brave shimmer as gold. I think of the stories of beauty and the might of their ability to lure a victim into their sight. Their power to bring bounty and despair, the capricious figures dreaded beyond compare. I see them as beautiful, alluring beings. As guardians of the rivers, they might be unseeing. I see them use their power and their right. To bring life or to extinguish the darkest night. I think of the rituals and the offerings made. The worship and chant that promise aid. The shamans and healers do them for the respect, the beauty, the curse, and the land.
By Owen Belen4 days ago in Poets
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 7 days ago in Wander
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